In the depths of Tianxing Street, there is a small house that is slightly dilapidated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, this is not anyone's residence, but a small clinic, but few people have been there on weekdays.

As a result, for the past few years, people have only known about this small clinic - this is a clinic, and the person who runs the clinic is a man of small stature.

The shape of the morning sun gradually shifted, and the originally cold streets began to liven up.

A small man dressed in an ordinary cyan robe, carrying a medicine box carved from dark wood in his left hand, walked calmly into the depths of the street.

The surrounding neighbors have long been accustomed to this kind of scene, each doing their own thing, passing by, without a word of greeting.

Because in their impression, that man didn't know medical skills at all.

Because several patients who have come here will always push the door out and yell, "You quack, are you trying to kill me?"

Although no one believed that he could heal, he still came to this clinic day after day.

No one understands what he does, and can only rudely attribute it all to the fact that he is a madman.

However, he himself understands that it is these people who do not accept his new medical skills.

However, he didn't care.

He's waiting for someone, waiting for a man......

Da!

The medicine man stopped, calmly looking up at the guest in front of the door.

As it had been in the past, no one wanted to come to his clinic at this time.

He was a little curious, and he thought it was a little funny!

He looked up, wanting to take a serious look at the people who had come for a while!

In this case, at least in the future, he may remember this boring memory.

There is a little white hair in the black hair, the dark cheeks give people a simple look, and a gray-white plaid gown, which has obviously been washed many times, and the person who came did not speak, just looked calm.

The medicine man's body shook slightly, and there was no longer the calm he had just now, and he raised his hands a little excitedly and wanted to go, but he didn't.

He looked at the visitor respectfully, his eyes reddened slightly.

"Big brother, you--"

The pharmacist wants to say that the eldest brother is finally willing to come to see him!

Ever since he found his eldest brother, he has not been able to see him.

It's just because the man who is called "Big Brother" doesn't want to see him.

The man looked at the pharmacist with some guilt.

If it weren't for himself, why would the medicine man be so sinned.

The pharmacist hurriedly opened the door and let the man in.

But seeing a room full of dust, the pharmacist was a little embarrassed, and he had been reluctant to leave to clean up here, perhaps because he didn't have any sense of belonging!

The man didn't care about the mess in the room, just sighed slightly.

"Why do you bother?"

The pharmacist shook his head and said firmly: "Big brother doesn't want to stay there anymore, why am I still staying there! I swore that I would always follow my eldest brother! I dare not forget!"

The man didn't speak, just patted the pharmacist on the shoulder.

Back then, his departure might be seen as willful, but that was indeed the best way!

The pharmacist seemed to think of something, and said excitedly: "Big brother, you came to me, are you going to go out of the mountain?

The man smiled innocently, shook his head and said, "Don't talk about those things now! I came to you to heal!"

"Heal?" The pharmacist frowned, and no longer paid attention to the loss caused by the eldest brother's departure from the mountain, nor did he care about the follow-up content that the man had not finished speaking, so he stepped forward in a hurry, grabbed the man's wrist and began to call the pulse.

The man smiled softly.

He's still so impatient.

The medicine man frowned, then looked at the man blankly.

"Nothing, huh?"

As if unwillingly, the pharmacist probed carefully.

It's still no problem!

Suddenly, the medicine man's expression was a little pathetic!

"Big brother, I'm sorry! I ......"

The cause was not found, which made the pharmacist very unwilling and helpless.

He couldn't even find the cause of the disease, so he was talking about treating his eldest brother.

Thinking of the mysterious serious illness of the eldest brother, the pharmacist beat his chest and sighed with self-reproach.

"Did those people poison you back then?" said the pharmacist's expression was full of anger.

"How dare they? Big brother, you quickly give a summoning order, and we will kill them back! Even if I break the sky, I will slaughter those old beasts!"

At this time, the man reached out and grabbed the pharmacist who was furious and wanted to go out.

From the moment he left there, the man had already said that he was going to cut them off. In order not to let these brothers be implicated.

It's just a pharmacist, and he has a quick temper and comes all the way. Presumably, it took all means to deduce the man's whereabouts.

The man was moved because of the brotherhood of those years!

Even if all kinds of things happen, the pharmacist always never leaves.

It's also a bit ridiculous.

The man looked at the pharmacist.

When the pharmacist was a child, it was like now...... Impulse!

It's just that the gap is that all the enemies at that time were killed by him and the pharmacist!

The man was like before he left, more like when he was a child, the corners of his mouth were upturned, although he was still honest, but he was no longer weak, and his two fingers were together, and he flicked it towards the pharmacist's forehead.

The pharmacist was startled, looked at the man in confusion and said, "Big brother?"

Seeing the pharmacist's confused appearance, the man was a little helpless, "I'm asking you to show my stinky boy the situation! Don't think about who to do at every turn! What a big person!"

Speaking of Zhai Ling, in fact, even the closest pharmacist around a man has never seen it.

Because at that time, some people were eyeing each other, and men didn't want Zhai Ling to become a bargaining chip in the hands of some people.

So Zhai Ling has always been a man's secret.

......

......

Coming to the school, Zhai Ling came to the registration office with a familiar car.

Because of the holidays, there are very few students in the school at the moment.

Zhai Ling did not hesitate or stay at all, and came directly to the registration point.

......

"I'm here to sign up!Hmm!Fill out this form first!" A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes lazily took out a form from the right drawer and handed it to Zhai Ling in front of him.

Zhai Ling lowered his head and looked at the form.

There are very few items to fill in the form.

In addition to the name, age, you only need to fill in one more family field.

In the Great Zhou, the 10 cities were divided into one state, the 100 prefectures were one state, and the whole country had a total of 20 districts!

The city where Zhai Ling is located is called Feiliu City.

Streamlust is divided into 12 districts, from Area 1 to Area 12. These 12 regions are divided into higher areas, ordinary areas and slum areas.

Only areas 1, 2, and 3 really belong to the higher areas. The people who live here are the strong people in Feiliu City, the rich and all kinds of high-ranking officials.

Areas 4 through 7 are normal areas. Usually the people who live in this area have graduated from second-class colleges. It's basically the leader of a small department.

As for areas 8 to 12, they are divided into slum areas. The people here are poor and have a very low social status.

And Zhai Ling lives in Area 10. But he doesn't have any timid or even inferior self-esteem.

He quickly filled out the form in his hand, and then calmly handed it to the middle-aged man who was sitting in a chair and was sleeping.

"Teacher, I've filled it in!"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man's narrowed eyes opened slightly, and he looked at Zhai Ling, who had a calm face.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, picked up the form, and glanced at it casually.

"Ten?"

The corners of the middle-aged man's eyes showed a hint of disdain.

People in the ghetto?

The middle-aged man's hand opening the drawer immediately stopped.

It stands to reason that a middle-aged man should take out the admission ticket after the student has filled out the form, and stamp the college's school seal on the back of the admission ticket.

It's just that the middle-aged teacher at this moment sat there indifferently and looked at Zhai Ling with a little disdain.